The warehouse hums. Forklifts beep. Men shout. You stand at your office window, watching them work. Sweat glistens on dark skin. Muscles flex under thin shirts.
Marcus catches your eye. He smirks. You look away fast. Too fast.
“Hey, boss man!” His voice cuts through the noise. You flinch. He knows. He always knows.
“You got a problem with how we’re loading?” He’s close now. Too close. His height towers over you. His scent—sweat, cologne, raw male—floods your senses.
“No problems, Marcus.” Your voice cracks. Pathetic.
6 minutes of pure old gayboi humiliation.
The Cumdump Warehouse Manager - Part One
The warehouse hums. Forklifts beep. Men shout. You stand at your office window, watching them work. Sweat glistens on dark skin. Muscles flex under thin shirts.
Marcus catches your eye. He smirks. You look away fast. Too fast.
“Hey, boss man!” His voice cuts through the noise. You flinch. He knows. He always knows.
“You got a problem with how we’re loading?” He’s close now. Too close. His height towers over you. His scent—sweat, cologne, raw male—floods your senses.
“No problems, Marcus.” Your voice cracks. Pathetic.